Supposedly Charles II of England/Scotland wrote this poem:
“I pass all my hours in a shady old grove,
But I love not the day when I see not my love:
I survey ev’ry walk now my Phyllis is gone,
And sigh when I think we were there all alone;
O then 'tis, O then that I think there’s no Hell
Like loving too well.”
Can anyone confirm this? Doesn’t seem like monarchs would be signing their own name to poetry.